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People whispered about the sky, but what Floor wanted to know about was the floor, what was it like. Lylla was asleep, and so was Teefs, both were happy, she didn't want to be bad. So she whispered the questions about the outside's floor.
“It's green.” Rocket had said. But that wasn't enough.
“Why is the sky blue and the ground green?”
“Grass.” He said, rubbing his chest implants. “Grass grows in the dirt and the dirt is the floor.”
“Diiiiirt.” She cooed, happily bouncing on her mechanical legs. Before them, Floor had only been able to use her front ones and crawl around. She might have named herself Worm. Or maybe other things had she ever seen this 'earth' and all of what Rocket has seen. “Graaaassss!”
“Yes.” Rocket said, smiling as he worked on something in his hand-like paws. Floor has never held anything with hers, they are only for cleaning her face and ears now. She does so, fussing to stay white and clean, even in the dirty dim cage. Sometimes she licks Rocket and helps him get clean.
He's always dirty somehow. Especially his hands and under his eyes. He cries more than anyone does. They all learned not to anymore.
“Can...” Rocket looks at her, his eyes going sideways to the cage wall. “Do you want to play, Floor?”
All of her thoughts are gone as she bounces more, “Yes! Yes! Play!”